One Hundred Christmas Dinners
The birth of Jesus is the cause for us to celebrate.
No Frankincense and Myrrh; we’ve learned a different trait.
Some celebrate in splendour the manger and the hay -
driving home to join Jesus and are missing Christmas day.
One hundred Christmas dinners never make the plate.
No one wants their presents, Christmas cake or celebrate.
The empty chair is stared upon; no one has the taste,
so one hundred Christmas dinners go to waste.
To a stranger whose been lucky in the run to Christmas day,
who reads a little paragraph that’s quickly thrown away.
Never gives a second thought for those in time of need.
Just one less for Christmas is a message they should heed.
On the other side of life, death has left a sudden sting.
There is a hundred people where this message has to cling.
Kin and friends must gather to farewell a parting soul -
Christmas day means nothing when the need is to console.
One hundred Christmas dinners never make the plate.
No one wants their presents, Christmas cake or celebrate.
The empty chair is stared upon; no one has the taste,
so one hundred Christmas dinners go to waste.
Silver bells on tinsel strips decorate the room.
Flashing lights in windows hide the reigning gloom.
A passer by would note the house is full of Christmas cheer.
Christmas time will be recalled - for this memory each year.
Christmas time will be recalled - for this memory each year.
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